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Good Old Black Night Nathan Cowlishaw Cedar City. UT |
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they heard the good ground cry, like a river of dry dirt the dream of the Earth was strong. then came the beast, and he ate the people up. now it is lonely on the bare creepy landscape. which is infested with shadows. the Land stinks of olden day spirits the storm glows beneath the blue sky. and then the desert night enters into me: Dark and black it is then. I sleep, and my mind floats through mountains of Sage and Cedar, where the snake's tongue is celebrated by the growing indian paintbrush. I watch the Coyote dance. I am afraid of the spook. it is what happened long ago. the animals wearing neon blue. good Bear watches, his mind tries to be quiet. But the wind speaks from the Earth, in the black night.
Nathan Cowlishaw
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